December 31, 52nd year of the New Era.
The last day of the year was no different from any other day. Snowflakes began to fall from the sky from midnight on the previous day.
Although it is not the home planet of mankind, due to its high similarity to the home planet, the four seasons on this planet are still distinct, and the annual temperature difference at the location of Hope City is actually not that large.
The thin white snow fell on the ground, forming a soft carpet. Just as the two children were about to step forward and scoop up a handful of snow, a sharp whistle sounded.
Two adults rushed forward and carried away two children who were about to play and fight in the middle of the road. The next moment, a gray-green military vehicle sped past, and the strong wind blew off the hood of a passerby.
As the vehicle drove away, the soft carpet of snowflakes had been crushed into snow cakes by the wheels. Yan Ming, who was sitting in the passenger seat, glanced at the rearview mirror and noticed a passing afterimage. Soon he heard the sound of something breaking through the air and the crying of a child.
“Puff.”
He couldn't help laughing, which was out of place with the serious atmosphere in the car.
Seeing Zhuang Mian in the driver's seat looking over, Yan Ming quickly waved his hand to indicate that nothing was wrong.
Today's operation is no small matter. This can be seen from the faces of the fully armed purge team members and from the driver's seat of this car.
As the joke from another world goes—
"I don't know how serious this incident is, but the director of the Ministry of Internal Affairs' cleanup team can only be responsible for driving."
Yan Ming originally wanted to reject Zhuang Mian's kindness, but unfortunately this super-powered ace who has dominated the list for ten years can't even drive!
This fact sounds a bit outrageous, but it is not. After all, Yan Ming, as a "blood puppet", usually goes in flight mode when traveling long distances. What is a car? Can it reach supersonic speed?
So for one reason or another, when Yan Ming wanted to drive the team himself to carry out the mission, he suddenly found that he knew nothing about the operating procedures and driving regulations.
Fortunately, Zhuang Mian received quite professional training when he was in school, so he not only knows how to drive, but also can drive fast.
Although the purge teams usually wear civilian clothes, they also have uniforms and vehicles.
Today's action is the end of the year, and everyone hopes to do it in a more beautiful way, so they also put on the uniforms they have not seen for a long time.
When they reached an intersection, the car stopped on the side of the road. Yan Ming looked at Zhuang Mian who was driving the car:
"Let the action begin."
After saying that, he opened the car door and jumped out. A mopping-up team followed him and they entered a residential building.
“Knock, knock.”
Yan Ming knocked on a door.
"Who is it? Here you are."
A feminine voice was heard from inside the room, followed by the sound of slippers stepping on the floor.
It can be heard that although the man asked who was outside the door, he already had some guesses.
The door opened, and a woman in pajamas looked out with a bright smile.
Seven strong men.
Yan Ming is thirty-nine years old this year. Although he has a handsome appearance, he has an aura of majesty even when he frowns. This is the murderous aura that he has acquired from years of fighting with strange beasts.
As for the six members of the purge team behind him, they were all direct descendants brought up by Zhuang Mian. Although they had never climbed the city wall to face the strange beasts directly, they were all good at handling interpersonal relationships.
At this moment, Yan Ming was blocking the door, with six men in uniform standing in groups of three on the left and right. The powerful sense of oppression that seemed to be real even made the woman dare not close the door.
The white mist generated by the convection between the warm room and the corridor of the residential building lingered around everyone. Yan Ming looked at the woman whose expression was gradually becoming stiff and asked:
"Not the one you wanted to wait for?"
"Yes...Yes, did you find the wrong one?"
Perhaps because of the warmth in the room, a thin layer of sweat appeared on the woman's forehead.
"Did you find the wrong person? Do you know Mr. Elken?"
Yan Ming stared into the eyes of the woman in front of him:
"That is, the director of Factory No. 12."
The woman didn't respond, but that was also a response.
Yan Ming looked at the other party's panicked expression and raised his chin slightly. A person behind him had already clamped the door from the outside with his iron-like wrists and opened it. The remaining five people rushed directly into the room in a searching posture.
The woman was about to scream, but a gun was already pressed against her forehead, forcing her to swallow the sound that was about to come out.
The door slammed shut, and the room fell into silence, with only the slightest sound of footsteps and rummaging.
Yan Ming looked around the room and finally sat down on one side of the double dining table.
This is a pure wooden dining table. The material used looks quite extraordinary. It is covered with a layer of varnish. It is smooth and you can see traces of growth rings.
In Hope City, alloy products are the materials used for most daily necessities. As for wood, especially those rare woods, many people will hardly see them once in their lifetime.
Yan Ming tapped the tabletop lightly with his fingers, listening to the dull sound unique to the one-piece wooden board. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart at the value of this table.
The woman in pajamas was now sitting opposite the double dining table. There was even a three-layer candlestick filled with candles between them. The candles on it were all brand new, as if she was waiting for a warm night.
"What a good life! Better than most superpowered people's lives. I'm really envious."
Yan Ming said from the bottom of his heart,
"Today is Thursday, don't you have to go to work?"
“No… no need.”
The woman said frankly.
The expression on Yan Ming's face became interesting:
"Hope City Law stipulates that all citizens who have reached adulthood and completed appropriate education must have a job, otherwise... their identity information will be revoked and they will become illegal residents.
"Are you trying to say that you, as an illegal resident, are able to live in such a warm and high-end community, or are you trying to say... that you are not yet 18 years old?"
"I...I'm not yet eighteen."
The woman said this, but anyone could see that she had almost no confidence.
"Commissioner, this is her ID card."
A member of the purge team handed over an ID card at the right time. Yan Ming took it, rubbed the anti-counterfeiting pattern on it with his fingers, and slowly said:
"Let me do the math. You should be... twenty-two years old this year."
As Yan Ming spoke, he took out a machine, entered the woman's ID number, and saw her specific personal information.
"You are an employee of Factory No. 12. You were assigned this job... three years ago. You took sick leave after working for two months, and have been doing this job until... now."
Even Yan Ming's stern face showed a hint of surprise. His eyes wandered between the plain photo on the terminal and the gorgeous woman in front of him. After comparing them for a while, he sighed:
"He's very ill."
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